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shadows-chaos · 4 months
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#sad bitch hrs#🔪🔪🔪 me#god I am in a bad fucking place#I'm in a bad fucking mental dip#I'm constantly in between wanting to die and cry and peel my skin off#everyone's just making me feel angry or lonely or both. i feel like I'm so far removed from everything and everyone#i don't want to talk to anyone. i don't want anyone to breathe around me#i just want to be left alone. I want someone to feel safe enough for them to hold me#but rn it's no one and it's eating me alive#i don't want anyone to touch me. i want to fucking disappear#I hate my brain whispering the things it does. it's not pointing out anything that's Wrong but i know it's not right either#ik what it's saying about my relationships is harsh and just my very messed up perception that's being fuelled by the bad brain#but there's truth in the corners of it and that's making me pull away#i don't want anything from anyone. i don't want them to want me and i fucking don't want the temporary affection or attention#i hate it when others are checking on me#everyone fucking knows I'm bad so don't fucking ask because I want to reply with how broken and stressed I'm feeling. how much i want to die#don't fucking ask because it's all I'm thinking about#and you aren't helping with anything. I'm not angry at you or blaming but just don't talk to me#and I'm still fucking supposed to be there for everyone. I'm still supposed to fucking act normal and work#and try to balance everyone's burdens and I'm the only fucking consistency in some people's lives#the only one they feel safe enough with#I'm glad i can be that. but right now I don't want to be anything to anyone#I hate it. i want to just fucking have a breakdown and be left alone so i can regulate#i hate others talking about how much I'm needed or helpful or supportive or the best thing since sliced bread#i want to be as replaceable as I'm made to feel everywhere else it matters. my use is always tagged to this crutch i become for others#I'm so tired. god I'm so fucking tired#I'm being so patient and I'm trying to hold it together until some of this shit is dealt with and i get home#then I'm dipping#until i need to#i want to shred myself until my bones are exposed and left to turn to dust
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dis--parity · 2 years
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『🔧』 “Saw you hanging out with Wren yesterday.”
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『🍬』 “A- Alex, it’s not what you think—”
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“I won’t hesitate, bitch.”
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seafoamgreen · 5 months
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writingstoraes · 8 months
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no way 📹
pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reporter!reader
type: instagram imagine, social media au
notes: i want to say thank you for 1.5k! thank u for all the love you guys have been giving me and my works hehe <3 i really appreciate all notes, reblogs, replies, and messages hehe much love to everyone reading this! ❤️
about: fans notice how charles loses his senses when you're interviewing him, but they don't believe he has enough courage to do something about it!
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yourusername Back in the paddock once again 🎤
norristri not charles liking this within a minute of being posted 😭😭
ferrari1655 not surprised if he has her notifs on tbh he's just as whipped for her as we are
mercmilton THE it girl of the paddock i don't make the rules!
c2champs y/n please do some content with charles and carlos i am begging
charles_leclerc ❤️
hamilnicos u a grown ass handsome man surely you can do more than just a red heart
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yourusername Some paddock coverage this week 👩‍💻
chacha16 oh i just know charles is fuming y/n interviews everyone often but him 😭
sainzstappen all he had with her was one post-race interview and he was down bad already and STUTTERING lecstulips she had him giggling and shit while talking about his rear tyre failure prior to qualifying its so funny 😭
paddockgirlie Charles has once again beaten me to liking Y/N's post he is like lightning oh my god
charles_leclerc ❤️❤️
chacha16 the two hearts is sending me charles im so sorry HHHDDBHFBHFBH
rbrwinners you dropped this queen 👑
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yourusername Covering and reporting this week's race from the garage of a certain Italian racing team ❤️
Can't wait for you guys to watch the contents we had prepared!
charles_leclerc We loved having you here! ❤️
sainzbaby lose the "we" charles we all know it was just you
hamilecs ITS HAPPENING OH MY GOD CHARLES GET UP
gaslysgirlie i love how charles is just fuelling the agenda that he has a crush on y/n he's not even trying to be discreet
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yourusername Some outtakes from today! Had a nice time filming with charles_leclerc and carlossainz55 of Ferrari ❤️
charles_leclerc Til next time, Y/N! :)
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️ ilpredesti the smiley face oh hes so adorable
lecsmilton i just KNOW charles is having a field day rn
c2foreva we are getting more of flustered charles then 😭
44sainz we love you queen we can't wait 🙏
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ynlover Charles and Carlos with Y/N today 🥰
lestappenthusiast WHY IS CHARLES HEREHFBFBHH
hamilnorris charles liked?????
loverfineline they're both winking 😭😭😭
rbrmercs now a y/n fan account is the last place i thought charles would be
YouTube, now playing: C2 Takes On 2 Challenges with Y/N!
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suckerforcharles: WHEN THE HELL DID CHARLES GET SO BOLD
1655sainz: holy shit i was not expecting that 😭
ricciardotauri: all yall kept saying charles had no rizz whatsoever and he decided to prove u guys wrong im crying
c2luvah: OK I TAKE IT BACK charles has got some moves in him
f1fanatic: what did y/n mean with "finally" like miss girl were u waiting too 🤭
olliefans: Carlos saying Charles is Y/N's favorite?? omg
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sainzmilton: I bet Carlos can't believe they're flirting right in front of his salad
lecslover: NOT Y/N FLIRTING TOO?????
luvroscoe: i'm shocked how charles didn't faint when y/n said that cause
sports55: y/n please flirt with me like that too queen 😣
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lewiswdc: y/n so much better than me i would have dropped dead if charles said that to me
supermaxmax: who the hell gave charles all this rizz and why was he hiding it DAMN MAN
fan2345: I am not an F1 fan but I am so invested in this I wonder if they're actually going to push through with this date 🤨
taytayrep: charles got his head in the game fr
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charles_leclerc There really was a great restaurant downtown.
sainzznorris I CANT BREATHEEEEEE
carlandos what a lucky man y/n is so pretty 😣
scuderiazz we're glad you finally got the courage to ask her out, king!
paddock5516 ouuu those interviews with her are so gonna hit from now on
carlossainz55 You know I let you win, right?
charles_leclerc Stop ruining this for me
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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy, @fdl305, @iloveyou3000morgan, @cxcewg, @sassyheroneckgiant, @ang3licho3, @pitlanebabe, @riverdalexvixens, @msliz (if anyone else wants to be a part of my taglist, pls lmk by replying or sending me a message hehe)
notes: thank u so much for reading <3
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csainzoperator · 4 months
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love bites ☆
summary: y/n and her bestfriend are out partying. her boyfriend knows she's in a club and can't help but feel a bit jealous that men will get to see his girl smile, dance and what not. so he pulls up to the club with the his driver friends.
(pierre gasly × fem!reader)
trigger warnings: a few sexual intendos, mostly fluff, biting and a lovesick pierre
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- pierregasly has replied to your story "are you trying to kill me, baby?"
you smile cheekily as you type back a reply "maybe"
- pierregasly "fuck."
you smile and keep your phone inside your purse, knowing very well that your boyfriend who is at home rn, most probably is going insane. you and your bestfriend reach the club and go straight to the bar to down some shots. "its been so long since we have done this oh my god!" your bestfriend says to you after you order a few shots of vodka.
after a while, you are slightly tipsy (totally drunk) and your bestfriend is down only a shot as she was the DD (designated driver) tonight.
"we should dance" you whisper in her ears as the music was too loud. you had a wide smile on your face as dancing was one of the things you loved the most.
you gasp as you hear your favourite song play. it was "please don't stop the music" by rihanna. you giggle as you pull your bestfriend and start dancing to the beat.
little did you know that your boyfriend was only a few metres away, watching you as you moved your hips, laughing now and then. not only him but most of the drivers on the grid were there too.
the music changes and the mood gets all sexy as "under the influence" by chris brown starts playing. you feel a pair of hands on your waist and quickly move away "i have a boyfriend" is all you get out. but your drunk ass didn't recognise that it was your boyfriend that was behind you.
pierre smiles as he realises how drunk you are. he slowly makes you turn towards him.
"baby, its me." pierre whispers in your ear as he caresses your waist.
you smile wide and wrap your hands around his neck "am i hallucinating because i missed you so much"
he laughs and gives your cheek a sweet kiss "no, i'm here, my love" you let out a giggle as he kisses your cheek. you start dancing again, guiding pierre's hands towards your hips. you have no idea how hot you look to your boyfriend right now. his hands grip your hips tighter, moving slowly with you.
you tiptoe and whisper in his ear, as the lyrics say "your body light weight speaks to me." he lets out a small groan and turns you around, your back facing his chest. he rests his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck now and then. "you really did plan to kill me today, no?" he whispers in your ear.
"not really, how would i survive without your kisses?" you reply as you try to control your giggles. pierre just shakes his head in amusement.
the song comes to an end and both of you walk towards a private booth where all your friends are seated. pierre settles down on the couch, pulling you down on his lap.
"he's so goddamn whipped. mans made us drop all our work to go clubbing with him to see HIS girlfriend like how is that fair??" lando was ranting to charles, although charles looked like he had been through this almost a million times. "i mean, if my girlfriend looked like that and was out late at night, i would gladly be a security gaurd, no charges" daniel says as he clicks a few pictures of the bar, and lily with alex.
lando nods, humming in response "fair enough." pierre flips him off as you giggle again, with your head on his chest. you get the sudden urge to say a few things and sit straight, still on his lap.
you grab a bottle of champagne that was on the table and hold it as your mic "ladies and gentlebitches, i miss my boyfriend right now. he is the most sexiest man alive, but still somehow the most adorable human" you keep blabbering and suddenly you realise that charles is here. you point a finger at him, like as if he has committed a huge crime. "YOU, YOU ALWAYS TRY TO STEAL HIM YOU KNOW?" you yell at charles and feel two arms wrapping around your waist tightly, pulling you backwards because you were angle-ing the champagne bottle like you were about to throw it at charles.
this erupts loud laughter in the room and you giggle to yourself again "oh my god i'm funny" you start wiggling in pierre's lap, making him wrap his arms around you even tighter, if that was even possible. "that is really not helping our situation right now, mon cherie." he whispers in your ear. your eyes widen as you stop moving.
"guys, pierre didn't even let me have dinner and now his girlfriend wants to kill me. can we please go get some food?" charles says, all ready to leave.
"my treat!" pierre smiles as he says this. he looks at you and raises his eyebrows "and for my lady, what would you like to eat?"
"you." they say devil works fast but your mouth sure does work faster. everyone around you make gagging sounds, completely disgusted.
"I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THIS INFORMATION" max, who never spoke a word the entire night, suddenly yells. everyone agrees to his beautiful words and start moving out of the private area, towards the exit.
just before you all leave, danny asks you and pierre to smile for a picture and you look up at pierre, smiling cheekily before tip-toeing and biting his cheek. pierre smiles wide for the camera as danny's precious camera captures the moment perfectly.
danny rolls his eyes playfully, making a disgusted noise. "i hate you guys" both of you laugh as he walks out. pierre holds your hand in his and wraps another arm around the small of your waist as you walk together.
"what was that bite for?" he asks, although he already knows the answer. you do it often. very often to be honest. your love language is biting basically.
"i told you i wanted to eat you, i wasn't lying" you mock seriousness but fail miserably as you start giggling again.
"crazy. my girlfriend is crazy" he whispers as he smiles to himself.
you bite his cheek again, mumbling softly "its a love bite, baby."
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these two lovebirds couldn't keep their hands off of each other. it was disgusting. (jk, love you both)
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y/nusername DANNY I LOVE YOU FOR TAKING THIS PICTURE
- daniel.jpg you owe me 7 BILLION DOLLARS NOW.
- pierregaslllyyyy MY PARENTS 🙏🏼🙏🏼
charles_leclerc i'm never ever coming out when pierre and y/n are together. never. i almost died.
- lechairrr MY MANS WENT THRU SOME SHIT LAST NIGHT 😭😭
- carlando LMAO THIS IS TAKING ME OUT
f1wags our favourite wag 🫶🏼
landonoriss my man pierre was going thru some insane shit when he saw y/n's story last night. no joke.
- maxverstappen1 yes. can confirm.
- pierregasly can you guys stop exposing me
- f1lovers LMAO LOVE HOW EVERYBODY IS ATTACKING PIERRE
pierregasly love bite ❤️
the end ♡
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heesbaby · 5 months
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VERBOTEN - LEE HEESEUNG
TWENTY NINE; on my mind constantly
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authors note! hi hi sorry it's so late! had a lil writers block n also deleted like half of this n rewrote it bc I hated it,,,,,, god i'm having v big imposter syndrome rn! anyway! super important chapter and big big moment for heeyn enjoyers today! hope u guys like it, i'm super excited for where this smau is going,,,, remember, we have a lot ahead of us so we are no where near the end so dw!! tonnes more heeyn content to come ^^ ilyasm and tysm for all the support ^^ have the best day/night!! smau and written part and word count is 2.9k!
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By the time Heeseung had gotten home, you’d worked yourself up into an anxious state to the point that even Momo had noticed and was tucked up against you to try and calm you down. He hadn’t said it explicitly, but knowing that he wanted to talk about something made you scared, even if the conversation with your dad had gone well.
You all but jumped out of your seat when you heard his keys enter the lock, the sound making both you and Momo rush off the couch and to the hallway to greet him. You were too nervous to sit still, your heart jumping when you saw him walk inside holding a bag of food and something else behind his back.
Heeseung was wearing a suit today, he’d been wearing them more often since he’d become manager and you definitely hadn’t been complaining. He caught your eyes as he entered the apartment, immediately breaking into a soft smile when he saw both you and Momo standing there.
“There’s my girls,” he mumbled mostly to himself but your ears just about caught it, your cheeks flushing red at the words. He had been a lot more bold recently with his words, both in person and over text, and you had no idea how to react.
“Hey,” you mumbled, leaning against the doorframe to the living room as he kicked off his shoes into the growing pile by the door. You noticed he was still holding something behind his back as he did so, a rustling sound coming from whatever was there.
He noticed your gaze flickering to his hidden arm, a larger smile creeping onto his lips as he brought the item around to his front, a bouquet of white tulips wrapped in pink decorations clutched in his hand. You gasped when you saw them, even more so when he extended them towards you.
“I thought it was about time I got you some flowers,” he said, almost shy with his words now. “I wasn’t sure what you would like best, but you wear white and pink a lot so I thought these would match well.”
You took them from him, the blush on your cheeks not budging. Of course you’d received flowers before, Sunghoon had gotten you some only a month prior, but flowers from Heeseung felt all the more special. Especially when he’d put thought into which ones to get you.
“Thank you,” you replied, clutching them to your chest. “You really didn’t have to.”
You looked up at him, he’d taken his suit jacket off and hung it over the coat hook so now he was just in his shirt and tie. He’d opted for a plain black tie today, it was probably your favourite look of his.
“But I wanted to,” he replied, grabbing the bag of food again. “You said you didn’t mind what we ate so I got your favourites, I hope that’s ok.”
He went to walk past you and go to the kitchen but you quickly grabbed his sleeve, wrapping your smaller hand around his wrist softly. You didn’t often think about the size difference between you and Heeseung, but in that moment you really noticed it as he looked down at you in confusion.
“Hee,” you said quietly, letting go of him so that he could face you properly, flowers still held to your chest. “Can we talk first? You said you wanted to and I’ve been sat here worrying about it the whole time, I don’t think I can eat until after we talk about it.”
“Oh baby,” his eyes softened at your words. “Were you that worried? I’m so sorry, I should’ve worded it better.”
“It’s alright,” you mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed that you’d gotten yourself so worked up about it.
“Go sit yourself down, yeah? I’ll put the food in the kitchen and we can eat later,” he took your hand gently and squeezed it to reassure you. “Let’s talk first then we can relax after.”
You nodded, a wary smile on your lips as he squeezed your hand one last time before disappearing off into the kitchen, Momo by his heels. You took yourself off to the living room, placing the flowers on the coffee table and sitting back down where you had previously been, tucking your feet up underneath you. You were still wearing the little black skirt you’d had on for work, instead opting for a plain pair of black thigh highs as opposed to your normal tights. Luckily your boss hadn’t reprimanded you for them this time.
Heeseung came back quickly, his tie now loosened a little so that he could undo the top few buttons of his shirt. He smiled when he saw you tucked away on the couch, coming to sit down next to you like he usually would. You felt like there was some tension in the air, but Heeseung looked relaxed as he settled down with you.
“Please stop worrying,” he said, breaking the silence. “I can almost hear the cogs going around in that pretty little head of yours. But it’s nothing bad, yeah? I just want to clear up some things.”
You took a deep breath, nodding at his words, “ok, I trust you, ‘m just nervous is all.”
He took your hand once again, laying it on top of your thigh where the section of bare skin was, and intertwining your fingers together. It was comforting, just having a tiny bit of physical touch with Heeseung was enough to relax you.
“Well hopefully this will make you less nervous,” he brushed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. “I don’t know where your head is at right now, but after talking to your dad earlier I kind of realised some things about myself and I didn’t tell you the whole of it over text because I didn’t want to say anything wrong. But I can’t be the only one here that feels like there’s something more going on between us than just a friendship, right?”
You bit your bottom lip harshly, willing the bubbling nerves in your stomach to go down, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel it too.”
Heeseung sighed with relief, a smile spreading across his lips that had previously been pulled down into a nervous frown, “thank god for that, because that makes the rest of this conversation easier. When I was talking to your dad earlier, he basically told me that he wouldn’t be upset if there was something more than a friendship between us even though I’m his coworker and friend, and I took that as his blessing for us to explore whatever feelings we have here.”
“And what feelings are those?” You asked, although your head was reeling with all the different things that Heeseung had just said. Your dad had given him his blessing? What about the age gap? Did your dad see something between you and Heeseung as well? Because you had been pushing your own feelings down in order to keep yourself from getting hurt, because you thought the moment your dad found out that it would have to be over. But if he’d given Heeseung his word, then you had nothing to hold you back now.
“I think we both already know,” he laughed softly, brightening the heavy mood that had fallen over the two of you. “But I can give you a reminder if you want baby?”
Your eyes flickered up to his, wondering if he was insinuating what you thought he was. And when his free hand came up to cup your cheek gently, you knew he was.
Heeseung leaned in closer until his breath fanned over your face, his eyes scanning all over to make sure that you were comfortable, “is this ok?” His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly, each little movement relaxing you more even though your heart was in your throat in that moment.
With wide eyes you nodded, the movement small because you were scared he would disappear if you were too quick. Heeseung just tutted, shaking his head at your response.
“I need a verbal response little girl,” he said, his thumb finding its way to your lower lip and pressing on it lightly. “I won’t do anything until you give me the green light.”
Normally you would be too embarrassed to give a response, too flustered to form a coherent thought. But the insinuation that you were going to kiss Heeseung had you following his orders. Maybe it was the stern tone in which he used to tell you what to do that had you melting at his words, his older age giving him the aura of someone who was in charge in that moment.
“Please Hee,” you all but whined, squeezing his hand that was still holding yours. “Kiss me.”
His lips twitched up into a smile, his eyes flickering between your pout and your eyes a few times as he muttered a quiet “good girl” before connecting his lips with yours.
Although you were expecting it, you still gasped a little when he finally kissed you. His hand on your cheek moved down to your neck, cupping around the back of it and pulling you closer to him so much so that you moved across the couch a little until your thighs were touching his.
He pulled away far too quickly to give you some air, pressing his forehead to yours, “fuck.” He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, letting go of the hand that was holding yours to instead opt for running it along the exposed skin of your thigh.
Things were moving quickly, but you weren’t nervous for once. Usually around Heeseung, your words failed you, but when his lips had been on yours you knew he was on the same wavelength as you and you no longer felt as confused and lost in your feelings.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He said, his finger dipping underneath the fabric of your thigh high socks and pressing into the skin of your thigh, sending sparks of electricity up your body.
You shook your head, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips in response because the first hadn’t nearly been enough. He hadn’t even kissed you properly, only allowing soft closed mouth kisses at most. You pulled back fully this time, letting your hands rest up on his shoulders and snake around his neck lightly.
“How long Hee?” You asked, fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Since the moment I set eyes on you,” he replied, his hand now splayed across your thigh and gripping it tightly. “I remember it, you came home from work and greeted me before getting changed into those cute little shorts you always wear for bed. I always thought you looked beautiful, but seeing you dressed down like that just solidified it for me, couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Since then you’ve been on my mind constantly.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, now that he’d had a taste of you he knew he’d never be able to let you go. The one kiss turned into two, which turned into your lips finding his again for the third time.
“Constantly?” You asked, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Mhm baby,” he pulled away fully, leaning back against the couch this time. His thighs were spread so invitingly that you had to stop yourself from crawling onto his lap. He left one hand on your own thigh whilst the other went to rest on his open lap, head leaning against the back of the couch but turned towards you. You were starting to realise that Heeseung definitely had an affinity for your thighs, it was some information you could store for later. “Even when you were out with other guys, I was still thinking of you. But I couldn’t say anything back then, it wasn’t my place to.”
Your heart broke a little bit hearing that he had been waiting for you all that time whilst you had been off with his friends, “I’m sorry.” Your lips fell into a pout subconsciously but Heeseung was quick to wipe it away, his thumb coming up to tug down on your bottom lip again.
“Hey, none of that little girl,” he said, smiling over at you. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, alright? I’m not mad at you for having your fun.”
You breathed a sigh of relief, but your heart still felt heavy. If you’d had known how Heeseung had felt since the beginning, then maybe things would’ve gone differently for the two of you. But you couldn’t dwell, the past was in the past.
“Hee?” You asked quietly after a few seconds of silence, prompting the man next to you to hum in response, “I don’t want to fuck things up already, but what are we? Or what is this situation? Because what you said earlier has my head spinning already.”
Heeseung sat up again, his hands moving to your hips to tug you impossibly closer to him, “hey, you’re allowed to ask these questions, ok pretty girl? I’m not going to get mad at you for asking questions, it’s best we air it all out now anyway.” He kissed your forehead gently, “I want to take things slowly with you, I don’t want to fuck it up either. Things have been kind of messy for us already, what with Minhae and all that shit. But I don’t want to let that get in the way, because whatever we have going on is good and I want to keep exploring it.”
“Me too,” you mumbled quietly, playing with the fabric of his tie to occupy yourself.
“And now that your dad basically gave me his blessing already,” Heeseung laughed. “I don’t see what else is stopping us from giving this a go? In fact, I think your dad is rooting for us more than anyone. He’s been dropping major hints now that I think of it.”
“Oh my god that’s so embarrassing,” you whined, bumping your forehead against Heeseung’s chest. “At least he wasn’t mad though, I was scared that after Minhae had talked to him that he would be angry. But I’m glad he didn’t believe her, he’s hated her since she joined that place. Still embarrassed that he’s trying to set us up though.”
“Put it this way baby,” Heeseung began, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. “I’ve already got your parents approval, I’ve already met your parents, everything from here is smooth sailing.”
“Actually, you haven’t met my mum,” you replied, lips pulling down into a frown.
“Oh?” Heeseung asked, confused. He’d been to many double date nights with your dad and his wife when he was with Bora, he had just assumed that the woman your dad was with was your mum.
“Yeah, my parents got divorced a long time ago. I don’t see my actual mum all that much, we don’t really get along well,” you sighed softly at the memory. You hadn’t seen your mum since the previous Christmas holidays, and the whole time she had spent it talking about her new rich boyfriend. She never once asked about how you were doing, and whenever she did mention you it was just to criticise you. That’s why you never really spoke of her, you and your dad spent the last ten years trying to pretend she didn’t exist but she always found a way to edge her way back into your life. “I’ll tell you about her one day, my dad remarried to Eunmi though and she’s a great stepmum. That’s the one you’ve always met at your dinners.”
“You can tell me all about that when you’re ready little girl,” Heeseung replied, wrapping you up in his arms once again, leaning his chin on the top of your head. “Remember, we’re taking this slow. You set the pace, we go at your speed. I waited a long time just to be able to hold you like this, I can wait a lot longer for everything else.”
You breathed out a sigh of relief, shoulders finally relaxing for the first time that evening as you let yourself be held by Heeseung. His larger frame engulfed yours and you felt the safest you’d ever felt. After all the emotions you’d been through already, you were glad Heeseung wasn’t pushing you to explain your family backstory all at once. You were eternally grateful for that.
“Can I ask one thing though?” You said, propping your chin up on his chest so you could see his face.
“Of course baby,” he kissed your lips once, a smile breaking across the both of your faces.
“Can this be exclusive? Like, I don’t see anyone else and you don’t see anyone else. I know we’re going slow, but I don’t think I’d be able to handle it if I knew you were seeing another person,” you said quietly, eyes wide waiting for his response.
“Of course pretty girl,” he replied, taking his own hand to brush some hair out of your eyes. “If you couldn’t already tell, I only have eyes for you. I’ll wait a lifetime for you if I have to.”
You pressed another kiss to his lips, “you definitely won’t have to wait a lifetime.” You replied, “I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you for that long.”
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featuredtofu · 20 days
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I JUST REALISED YOUR REQS ARE ON . 😭
is it okay if i req band vocalist scara/wanderer x dancer reader like they met in class (any class !! :3) and he’s that one super popular kid around campus while reader is well known but isn’t popular (cuz of her performances) and he starts liking her because she’s not like the other girls that drools over him 24/7 and actually wants to be his friend cuz of he himself and not his goodlooks ? reader is a girl btw !! you can decide on how they met and their ending btw !!
(also idk if you do this but can i be 🌹 anon ? 🧍‍♀️)
Real Eyes Realise...
bandmember!Scaramouche x dancer!fem!reader
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content | fluff
cw | a few curses, you're shorter than scara lol
a/c | @/IlumiArts on X (twt)
taglist | @ayanasss
a/n | writer's block hitting hard rn and exams are as well, oh god...
BTW, I have never done this before, but yes, you can be 🌹 anon! Sorry for taking so long with your request 😶
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"SO YOU'RE... SCARAMOUCHE?" you sat down at his table, a bit hesitant to talk to him because of his infamous snarky personality. Just a bit earlier, the both of you arrived to class late and thus ended up getting paired for a small project you'd have to hand in in two weeks time.
You have heard of him before, since he is part of a famous band called 5WIRL and a friend of yours has shown you a few of their singles. They were pretty good, you have to admit. But if you had to be candid about it, you found their songs a bit... too much?
The singer in front of you was rather silent, staring at you with furrowed eyebrows, before sighing heavily. "Let's just get this over with. We'll split it in two, do our individual parts and combine our results at the end." he finally spoke, splitting the work to get it done with. He isn't fond of strangers that knew him at first glance, especially girls. You guessed that he has bad experiences with fangirls.
"We can split the work, but I'll suggest working together. This is a partner project after all, it won't be a good look if our parts differ too much from each other." you argued against his idea, "And... it's not like I'm suspecting you of anything... but I'd rather not find out you were 'too busy with your personal life' to finish your part of the project."
The fact you protested him and didn't trust him to be responsible was quite a change from other people he was forced to pair up with. Usually no one would question him and do as he liked... Your standpoint was logical and it amused him that you weren't treating him like some kind of god.
"Valid point." he nods, crossing his arms. "Then what's your plan?", he raised his eyebrow. "I'm a busy individual and I certainly don't have time to idle around at some library." he threw you a curveball. If you were the only one who'd willingly argue with him, then he shall make it at least entertaining for himself.
"Then... when do you have time?" you asked him, trying to figure out a time fitting both of your schedules. "Late at night." he replied immediately with a shit-eating smirk. If you could, you would have punched him right then and there.
Of course he was trying to make it hard for you. But he was also speaking the truth. Due to his shitty schedule, he barely had time to do any work for assignments and everything that comes with classes. This resulted in all-nighters, finishing up everything related to school late at night.
"Seriously? Don't you have any free time? At all?" you scoffed, not exactly believing him, to which he pulled out his phone with his weekly plan. And true to his words, his schedule was packed full of school, practice, various meetings, etcetera, etcetera.
Your eyes quickly scanned his schedule, before narrowing down at a few free spots. "What are you doing during that time?" you asked him, pointing out the hours between practice each day. He turns his phone around to see for himself, before replying, "Those are my breaks."
"Well...? We could work with those." you gazed at him quizzically and he almost broke out in a chuckle at how adorable you are when clueless. "Won't work. I only have an hour of break between practice and in that time I can barely meet up outside much less do any school work."
He really was making it difficult for you... but you persevered anyways. You had to somehow get your point across and you don't feel like losing an argument to his annoying smirk! "Where do you practice at?" you started to interrogate him.
"Near school campus, there's a studio for a few of our school clubs and my band got their own room." he practically bragged, thinking he had won, when he saw that flash cross your expression. "Then we could make that work! I also go to that studio to practice dancing. We could meet up in that building and work for an hour on our assignment from Monday to Friday."
"We've got two weeks for this project, do you really believe ten hours will make the cut?" he crossed his arms, looking at you incredulously, giving you another hurdle to work on.
"You're right... do you have time during the weekends?"
"You sound like you're asking me out."
"Shut up and stop changing the topic!"
An amused smile crossed his face. "That depends on how you do." he told you, in response you tilted your head in confusion. "I'll tell you when my schedule is free. Class is over soon, so give me your number."
"Now it sounds like you're hitting on me."
"Silence."
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"Hello! Is there anything you're searching for? Anything you need?" a soft voice snapped you out of your stupor as you turned around to see a blonde haired guy with a long braid. "You know that you're not allowed inside our studio without permission, right? Sneaking in is also considered trespassing." he informed you kindly.
You were currently at their studio, trying to find Scaramouche during his break. You've synced your schedule up with his so that both of you a break at the same time. And now you were searching for him to start on your project, but you were too timid to just enter with all those unfamiliar boys around.
You're quite overwhelmed by everything he's said, stuttering in your own words. You probably look like one of their crazy fangirls trying to stalk them practice! A sudden call of your name by a familiar voice made both of you turn around to see none—
"Xiao?" you tilted your head to the side to look at him. Said male approached the two of you while wiping his sweat with a towel. "What's going on here?" he asked, stopping beside the blonde.
"You know her?" he asked and Xiao nodded in response. "She's part of the dance department a floor above us. We've run into eachother a few times before. Although I've never seen you around on this floor." he said, his eyes trailing over to you.
"About that—"
"She's here for me." you were cut off by Scaramouche walking over to the group of three and pulling you by your wrist closer to himself. You were obviously flabbergasted when he got so close. One arm wrapping snuggly around your waist and holding your wrist up with his other hand. "You don't have to worry about it, Aether, I've got it all handled."
"Hey—" he squeezed your waist, stopping you from speaking up. His unexpected actions definitely flustered you, a pink hue dusting your cheeks. You were pretty sure many girls were dying to be in your place.
A smirk adorned his lips as he stared right into Xiao's narrowed eyes as if challenging him. He probably did it all just to spite on him, seeing that you two must have some kind of connection. He couldn't stand Xiao after all.
Aether frowned at their silent altercation, before sighing and crossing his arms. "And how do you know her, Scara? You don't usually go out to make new friends much less female friends." he raised his eyebrow, pretty much had enough of being 5WIRL's manager. These boys were too much to deal with. Every single one of them.
"Hm? She's my partner. If you'd excuse me now, we'll actually have somewhere to go to." he dismissed both of them, pulling you along with him and leaving the two guys standing there. Aether gasped in shock, not having expected the sudden turn of events.
"He has a girlfriend?!" the blonde turned to look at Xiao with a quizzical look. "Since when?! I thought he was gay because of Kazuha..." he mumbles, watching the retreating figures. Xiao merely hums, before turning to walk into their practice room.
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"You shouldn't have said 'partner'! They must be lacking context clue and now they think we're actually a couple..." you groaned, finding yourself in a 'life-crises'. You now sat at a quieter corner in the building, away from the others to focus on the project.
He had already pulled out his laptop and started researching and typing away, while you sat next to him overthinking what just went down.
"Is it really that bad?" he sighs, tired of your complaints. He looked up from his laptop to see you slumped against the table. "Thousands of girls would want to have a relationship with me. Consider yourself lucky."
"I'm not one of those thousands though!" you lifted your head to look at him. You weren't popular like Scaramouche and you definitely did not want to be involved in some kind of relationship-drama-school-scandal type of bullshit! The vocalist just grinned at your words, before going back to working on your project.
You two would spent the week similar to this day, meeting up during practice breaks and working on the assignment. Both of you were quick and had the smarts, the five hours your spent in total from Monday to Friday really worked out well.
To play it safe, Scaramouche decided to clear parts of his schedule on Saturday after practice to meet up for another two to three hours for the project. It was literally a cycle of you coming to his practice room to get him for the assignment and by this time the other members of the band regarded you as a familiar face.
But when the break neared on Wednesday the week after you two were paired up, you weren't anywhere to be seen. Not by the staff nor by his band members. He didn't want to admit it, but the past week, he had enjoyed tolerated your presence and sometimes even anticipated your face waiting for him after practice.
When you didn't show up even after ten minutes pass, he decided to go up to your floor and knock on your practice room. Outside the room, he saw a girl with bright red hair peaking into the room. If he remembered correctly, this was Nilou... She must be part of your little dance group.
"Where's she?" he asked Nilou, who flinched and turned to look at him with a quizzical gaze. "Who?" she tilted her head, before slowly recognizing his face. "Oh, you mean your girlfriend?" she questioned, a relieved smile adorning her lips.
"Girlfriend?" he muttered, furrowing his eye brows, clearly not remembering to be dating anyone. Did some crazy fangirls spread rumours again? If yes, he'd have to deal with it sooner or later or—
"Yeah, you and your partner have been the talk of this studio! Every time during practice break, someone would spot you two sneaking around in a quiet corner. Honestly, it's pretty cute." Nilou explained, happy about your relationship. Seems like he didn't need to deal with it anyone soon.
"Well, where's my partner?" he asked, not bothering to correct her and Nilou's smile faltered a little, before pointed to the practice room. He turned his head around the corner to see you still practicing. And it was unusually captivating.
"She's been at it for well over three hours, trying to master the new choreography." she explained next to him, a saddened expression on her face. "Our instructor told her that she's been falling behind and that she needed to focus if she wanted to keep going."
Nilou turns to look at Scaramouche. "You're her lover. Can you maybe coax her into taking a break?" she prodded him. He sighed in return, his eyes fixated on your dancing figure. Your swift and precise movements and flowing motions of your arms were ethereal. How could your instructor not see that? He turns and leaves you alone to practice. "H-hey! Where are you going?" Nilou frowned, when he leaves.
"Letting her practice." he replied. Because it's practice that makes you get better. And you'll be needing all the time in the world to yourself. He knows how it feels to be unworthy of something. To be underappreciated. So he'll help you in his own ways.
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"I'm so sorry for forgetting about our project yesterday! Really, I only realized what time it was hours after...." you had come back to his practice room on Thursday, feeling bad about having forgot. Both of your history grades were on the line here and the project has to be handed in tomorrow...
"Only hours after, huh?" he huffs, crossing his arms. "You keep nagging me about my breaks and now look at you." he ranted. "The irony in it all... now come on, we don't have all day." he took his things and grabbed your wrist to lead you to the staircase.
You obviously thought you were going to the usual spot to finish up your project, but he led you out of the studio. "Where are we going?" you finally asked him, when you arrived at the train station.
"Museum." he answered, waiting for the train to arrive, while looking down at his phone. "Shouldn't take that long." he mutters under his breath. It only added more to your confusion. "But shouldn't we be doing our project? We have to hand it in by tomorrow and we're—"
"Shut it, will you? Archons, you really are worse than me in managing your schedule. Take some time off once in a while, didn't you tell me to do that as well?" he ranted, taking your hand and slapping a museum ticket into your palm. "I've already bought them, so stop complaining and take your time off. Besides, this museum is closely related to our history project anyways."
You took the ticket, surprise clearly displayed on your face. You never heard him speak that much and you never expected to be reprimanded by him out of all people. "But what about the project? We have to hand it in tomorrow—"
"I've took care of it. The new deadline is next Wednesday." he interrupted you. "Talked to Zhongli, so be quiet and just relax, will you?" he sighed, already tired of your constant questions. "Get those worries out your pretty head and enjoy the day. After all, you're going out with me of all people." he smirked, flicking your forehead.
"Ow—" you covered your forehead with your palm, before a small smile adorned your lips after a long time. "Is it a date then?" you joked with him, gently nudging him with your elbow, while he stared at you.
"I suppose it is. Everyone already thinks we're a couple anyways. Might as well cater to their beliefs." he shrugs, but you could hear that he was serious. A small pink hue dusted your cheeks, before you nodded. He truly wanted you to forget about all your worries and he was pretty sweet about this, even though his words are snarky.
Your eyes darted over to him, who had his head turned to the other side. You could tell he was embarrassed and maybe he has never done this before... going on a date, I mean. You decided to hook your arm around his and leaning slightly closer to him.
"It's a date then."
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a/n 2.0 | THE ENDING IS WAY TOO FAST AND ABRUPT, BUT I HAD TO GET THIS OUT SOMETIME SOON, SO HERE IT IS ㅠ ㅠ
I'm sorry 🌹 anon for taking so long 😔
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partycatty · 2 months
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I can't get enough of young Johnny MK11! I love him, god!🥵 How do you like this topic for fanfic? Fem!reader put his jacket and glasses on his naked body, and took sexy selfies.😎❤️‍🔥 Johnny saw this aaand here I’m already giving way to your fantasy hehe~
Thank you in advance! I like the way you write! Well done💕
i'm not sure if i read it right ?? lmk, but i went with my interpretation
johnny cage > call me
johnny's out late working, as usual. you've had enough of waiting and decide to bait him into coming home early
warnings: PHONE SEX TEEHEE
notes: do you guys also like genuinely tweak out wishing he was real? he's so perfect? peak malewife? wishing u were [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] rn?
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• you were often left to your own devices when it came to living with johnny. he, after all, was a star constantly running around on new projects. any studio would be at his knees for just one contract. he was hollywood's richest man, and you were lucky to call him your boyfriend.
• sure, it had it's moments. the paps stealing upskirt shots from you wasn't ideal, neither was the bush stalking. but you could see past that. what was hardest was when johnny would be gone all through the night, dressed in that stupid ninja mime getup that you learned to loathe since it pulled him away more than his other works. does the world really need a ninja mime trilogy? yes, apparently.
• boredom overtook you, since browsing on your phone for eight hours was now becoming a horrible habit on your neck - and mental stability. you took to mopping the floors, tidying the countertops, dusting his awards. finally, you settled on your walk-in closet.
• it was spacious, big enough for you to each get a side. your side was always decently organized to your liking, but johnny's was... atrocious. jackets hung on one sleeve, some on the floor. the only thing that was neatly organized on his side was the giant rack of sunglasses. he always had a pair to match the outfit and occasion. he probably had about three pairs on him at work.
• as you tried to rearrange his clothing, his distinct, classy scent filled your nose, sticking to the inside of your nose and you couldn't help but feel heated. you missed him, him and his dick. you took a deep whiff of his iconic blue and purple jacket, the one he left at home knowing he'd have to get in costume anyway.
• you threw it over yourself, embracing your torso and spinning in the mirror. it fit him perfectly, but on you it was like a blanket. the sleeves sagged off of your arms and your midsection was swimming. his size was impressive, his form shaped like a greek god.
• you couldn't help yourself, the memories of him and scent turned you on. blame pheromones, dammit! but, you realized you could take advantage of this.
• throwing your shirt off, you donned the jacket again, wearing it like he does - chest exposed. a purple pair of sunglasses practically screamed your name from the rack and you put them on. you looked just like him...! no, not really.
• touching yourself in his clothes was not a new idea, but there certainly was a new idea blossoming in your head. you pulled your phone out and snapped a mirror selfie, trying to flex like he does but your muscles were muffled from the loose fabric.
• how's this for the next cagecon? you text johnny, attaching the photo. you didn't expect him to reply right away, considering he was at work. but before you could lock your phone for the moment, his name popped up within milliseconds.
• don't take me away from work, baby! johnny replies with a winking emoji.
• what if i want to? it's so lonely in your mansion, you reply with an angel emoji, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as you fight a grin. you angle the phone downward, capturing your bare chest. your nipples brush against the jacket, making them stick out through the front. johnny takes a moment to reply, but you feel your phone vibrate once, then twice, then three times.
• fuck, you're so hot in my clothes.
• i'm taking my break early. can't work with a boner.
• the third message was a short video of him palming himself through that stupid costume. the only thing you can thank that outfit for is how prominent it makes his bulge.
• phone sex through texts was also nothing new to you two, considering the distance. as your fingers sink under your panties, assuming that's where things will go before you get a fourth message.
• call me. please.
• you sit up straight, biting your lip. his desperation always got you going. you kicked your pants and panties aside.
• you send one last photo, your body spread out on the bed in his clothes. your hand conceals your dripping pussy playfully.
• why should i? you shoot the message out, giggling at your own words.
• johnny doesn't even reply, he opens your message and calls you. you eagerly accept his call. his voice is echoey and rough. you realize he's hiding in the bathroom. his breathing is heavy.
• "are you proud of yourself?" he asks in a low rumble, trying to stay quiet but his flustered huffing makes his voice whiny. "look at what you did."
• he sends a photo. his cock is eager and out, and you see a teardrop of precum on his tip. you happily exchange that photo for another one, a short video of you gingerly touching yourself. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
• "i couldn't wait til i'd get home," he admits, and you hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. "i want to, i want to come home and fuck you like that, but i'm here for another two hours."
• "you couldn't have waited?" you ask in disbelief, circling small loops on your aching clit.
• "no." johnny's reply sounded so sure of himself, so convinced in his words. he was as firm as he would've been if you asked him if he killed someone. he knew this to be a fact, he could not wait. "i can't help it, sweetheart. you're just so... god."
• his breaths get heavier and needier, you can sense he's speeding up on himself. you try to match what you assume is his pace, one that he confirms through another video. he held the phone below his dick, giving you a delicious view of his abs and bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed hungrily.
• his arms were painted white, but his hands were his usual flesh tone since he wore gloves for the costume. even still, his veins were incredibly prominent and really helping you reach your climax.
• "we gotta make this quick, baby," he grumbles into the phone, muffling his moans through bitten lips. you're a little louder due to your privacy, much to his delight. "people'll start looking for me."
• "johnny," you whimper out, back arching up off of the bed. "i'm already close." through your haze, you get a video of you masturbating wildly, the jacket now sliding down to your sides and fully revealing your tits as you fuck yourself. "i-i need you, i need you so bad-"
• "i know, baby," he breathlessly replies, straining himself to avoid moaning out your name and attracting attention. "let me hear how badly you need me."
• you could only spew out utter nonsense at this point as your orgasm is dangerously close. he seems to get the memo, though, and gives you permission to cum with him. your needy cries and his muffled grunts make a perfect chorus that you only wish were in person.
• when your breathing slows, as does his, you hear him chuckle to himself. a new message appears in your chat.
• his weeping dick was cradled in his palm, as was a entire handful of semen dripping down his fingers. he wanted to show you just how hard you made him cum from phone sex alone.
• "round one was now," he mumbles as you hear him tear a piece of toilet paper to wipe his hand. "round two is when i get home. you gonna be ready for it, princess?"
• the phone rests on your bare, damp chest as you fixate on the ceiling. you take the sunglasses off and wipe your face with a smile.
• "i'm always ready," you reply with a giggle.
• "that's my girl. see you in two hours. i love you." and with that, he hangs up, leaving you a naked, sweaty mess that's only concealed in his jacket.
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goldenempyrean · 10 months
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Maybe one with a sick Kate x reader with “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all” and “Did you come home just to look after me?” You always write Kate so well 💕💕💕
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〚 Notes - I wrote this last night just because honestly this req was collecting dust in my inbox and it deserved to be done :) Also God the level of hate on here rn is unbelievable :,) Still doing my 1k fics too dw!! 〛
〚 Pairing - Kate Bishop x Reader 〛
〚 Summary - When Kate decides shes gonna go home to rest, you already knew that you were going to be right there beside her. Cute, dorky comfort ensues. 〛
〚 Wordcount - 1600 〛
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“Hi Kit-Kat.” Your cheery voice chirped down the phone, as you sat in the break room of your office, “You on you’re lunch break now too?” You asked before taking a bite from the sandwich in your opposite hand. 
“Yeah I’m on my break now too.” Kate responded only her voice sounded different - it lacked her usual energy and excitement. But there was something else too and it wasn’t until you heard her sniffle quietly that you finally registered what was wrong. 
“Are you feeling oka-“  
“Hh’utshhiew!” Her sudden sneeze cut you off from your question and you could practically hear the embarrassment in her tone when she quietly mumbled out a small, “Excuse me.” 
You shook your head out of habit and gave a sympathetic sigh, “It’s okay, bless you. I was going to ask if you were feeling alright but I think I’ve already got my answer. I guess that lil’ nose of yours jumped ahead to reply.” 
She hummed in response and you heard the sound of tissues being opened in the background, “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all. There’s been something going round all week.” 
That part was true. You remembered her saying something about being short staffed due to everyone being out sick, if you’d been a little wiser you would’ve taken that as the hint to stock up on some medicine and tea. 
“Im probably gonna go home early.” Your girlfriend’s slightly congested voice said finally and you couldn’t help but worry a little.  
She was usually so stubborn about these sorts of things, there’d been that once time when she’d spent the night throwing up and had still insisted on going into work the next day. So for her to admit she was thinking about coming early was definitely a sign that she really wasn’t feeling too good and that she definitely needed some TLC. 
“That’s probably a good idea baby, you go home and rest, okay? Oh, did you have your lunch yet?” You asked softly, she sometimes had a habit of forgetting to look after herself properly and you knew that this would only make her feel worst. 
There was a second a silence followed by a quiet, “Not yet, I’m not really in a mood for it. It’s like I- Hih- shit, my nose fricken itch-Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” She sniffled, giving a small stuffed, exhausted exhale as you heard the sound of more tissues being drawn, “Sorry sweetie, s’cuse me. What I was trying to say is that I don’t really have an appetite. It’s just like food has no appeal whatsoever.” 
"Aw, my poor baby," you cooed sympathetically. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this. It's no fun being sick. You get yourself back home and into bed. My lunch is almost over so I need to go but I want you to go straight home, alright?” 
“I will.” She stopped to cough a couple of times, whining a little afterwards, “I lodes you.” 
You smiled, finding her congestion-hazed words utterly adorable as you teased her a little before ending the call, I ‘lodes’ you too.”  
It wouldn’t just be her going home early though. You’d just finished typing out the email to your boss asking if you’d be allowed to call out early, offering to take up some extra hours in return later in the week.  
With the email sent, you quickly finished up your lunch, feeling a mix of concern and anticipation to see Kate. You gathered your things, bid your colleagues farewell, and headed out of the office, making your way to the parking lot. 
As you drove home, your mind raced with thoughts of how you could take care of Kate and make her feel better. You made a mental note to stop by the pharmacy on your way home to pick up the supplies and you tried to make a list of things you would need: cough drops, some medicine, tissues, and definitely some ice cream (for her throat of course, not just to satisfy your carvings. 
Arriving at your apartment, it wasn’t long before you found Kate curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cosy blanket as she wore your go to ‘lazy day’ outfit. She looked even more tired and worn out than you had expected. 
Setting down the bags of supplies on the coffee table, you approached her and gently placed a hand on her forehead to check for fever. It was slightly warm, confirming your suspicions. "Hey there, sweetheart," you murmured softly. "Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?" 
“Y/N? What time is it?” She mumbled quietly and you showed her the screen of your phone to answer, “Did you come home just to look after me?”  
You nodded, a tender smile gracing your lips. "Of course, my love. I couldn't bear the thought of you being sick all alone. Plus, I missed you, even if you're a little under the weather." 
She let out a weak chuckle, sniffling and rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. "You're such a sweetheart.” 
"Anything for my Kit-Kat," You replied, using the endearment that always brought a smile to her face. "Now, let's get you settled in bed. I'll make you some tea and bring you a bowl of soup. How does that sound?" 
She nodded but then stopped when something else came to mind, “Do you think we could shower first? I’m kinda sweaty.” She grumbled in a disapproving manner earning a small giggle from yourself. 
“Of course baby, come on my dear, let me escort my fair lady to thy holy shower.” Your hand was offered out to her in an exaggerated, medieval manner resulting in a small smile from the feverish brunette as she took it gratefully.  
Kate sniffled as the two of you reached the bathroom and you curtesy’d with a welcoming smile as you opened the door for her. 
“You’re such a dork.” She giggled a little even though the action had left her coughing hoarsely afterwards.  
Turning on the shower, you let the hot steam fill up the room as you began carefully undressing her, making sure to shower her with kisses and love as you did so. You’d just gone behind her to unclasp her bra when Kate turned her to head to look back over her shoulder a little. 
“Y’know what you are?” Her words were a little blurred by both congestion and fever, maybe that steam was a little too hot. You’d make sure to turn that down before she got in. 
But still, you gave into her babble, “What am I sweetie?” 
“A dork-a-saurus-rex.” Katie smiled before ducking her head down into her hands as she sneezed loudly, which was quickly followed by a displeased “Ew… Gross-a-saurus.” 
You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, “Come on then lil’ dino. Let’s get you washed, ey?” Your encouraging words were enough to coax her into the (now a lot colder) shower. 
As the water cascaded over both of you, you began slowly massaging her knotted shoulders. When you lowered your hands to your surprise l she turned as if she was going to hug you but instead she let her heavy head rest of your chest before ultimately wrapping her arms around you (turns out she wanted that hug after all). 
"You're taking such good care of me," she murmured, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." 
"You don't have to do anything to deserve my love," you replied sincerely, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Taking care of you comes naturally to me. Now, let's get you all clean and refreshed." 
Carefully, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto your palm. As you lathered her hair, massaging her scalp, Kate let out a contented sigh.  
"Mmm, that feels nice," she murmured, closing her eyes.  
You smiled, continuing to work the shampoo through her hair with gentle strokes. After rinsing her hair, you reached for the body wash and started lathering it up. As you began washing her back, Kate tilted her head back up to look at you. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and affection, despite the fatigue she was so desperately trying to fight. 
But to nobody’s surprise her fatigue won and you helped a very sleepy Katie climb out of the shower and get dry. 
Once she was wrapped up in a fluffy towel, you guided her back to the bedroom. The room was cosy and warm, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a soothing ambiance.  
You helped her into fresh pajamas, carefully tucking her into bed. "Alright, my sweet Kit-Kat, it's time for some rest," You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stroking her damp hair away from her forehead.  
She looked up at you with drowsy eyes, a faint smile on her face. "Thank you, baby.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and weak. "I don't know what I would do without you." 
You leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to worry about that, my love," you reassured her. "I'll be right here by your side, taking care of you until you're back to your vibrant self." 
She closed her eyes, leaning into your touch as you continued to stroke her hair. "I love you," She murmured, her words barely audible. 
"I love you too, Kit-Kat," you whispered back, your voice filled with tenderness. "And I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 
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inkyquince · 10 months
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another miguel thing?
yeah.
content warning. blood play, anal, a bit feral at times miguel, praise sorta, biting and scratching and general asshole miggy. 2.8k lol.
A SPECIAL thank you for @thelittletoadintheroad and @dokidokirozz for the spanish lessons, on gOD, i would be crying and shidding rn without them right now!
you're not his. He knows that. You were never his, not connected to him in any way. You belong to a different spiderman, another Peter. You. Are. Not. His.
But he wishes you were.
Your Peter refused to join unless you were with him. He didn't fully understand until later. You were that fucking addictive. Miguel was as bad as your Peter at times, seeing him when you were with him, and getting all mopey and fucking annoying when you were gone. Except your Peter wasn't as bad as him. Maybe because he actually had you.
Miguel didn't know when he got so bad. He.... He wasn't bad, not like the villains they were keeping contained, ready to be sent back to their own dimension. He wasn't evil. But at one point, something switched in his brain. You were so fucking good, and he didn't deserve you. Not after what he did, to an innocent girl, to a world of civilians.
He didn't deserve the goodness that came with being with you. You weren't universally beloved, not like the MJs and the Gwens usually are, but Miguel sees you. He sees why someone could rely on you. Sees why someone would go to pieces if they can't return home to you.
Trying to be friends with you doesn't fucking work. Miguel doesn't have proper "work friends" just people he gets along with and people he wants to stay quiet and go do their job. He struggles to remember a time if he actually did have people close to him. Other than...
Fuck.
He wasn't getting any closer to you by trying to be friendly. Not when your Peter was constantly hovering. Miguel was starting to taste blood in his mouth more and more, from dragging his tongue over his canines over and over again whenever he was around. It was worse when you were around.
Soft little thing. He always fucking towered over you. Blood in his mouth, hot and slippery on his teeth as you dropped by momentarily to talk to one of the Spideys. You were always out of reach, tantalising and distant and perfect... And not his.
"Late night?" Miguel was startled, but he didn't show it. His fingers barely even twitched as your voice.
"... Every night is a late night." He didn't turn around to look at you, but his senses were screaming at him.
You were coming closer, gait easy and unafraid, when you really fucking should be.
"That probably sucks for your sleep schedule. You're like a college student hopped up on energy drinks and coffee." You replied easily, leaning against one of the panels just to peer at him.
Miguel's fingers paused for a second, almost feeling the heat radiating off of you.
"... I don't need much sleep." He finally replied, before continuing his work, fingers flying over the keys.
"You could use some."
"What?"
"Sleep, Miguel. You could use some. The bags under your eyes are designer at this point." You continued, at complete ease.
He just gave an unimpressed snort, pausing to rub at his eyes momentarily. Copper. He could taste copper again.
"Or go do something relaxing. Get a drink with the others. Take a spa day. Ever wanted to take up dancing, I kn-"
"Why are you here." Miguel finally snapped. Blood coated his tongue, seeping through his teeth. It wasn't a question, it was a demand for you to fuck off. A plea. "You shouldn't be back here."
"I shouldn't? Was there a sign-"
"Because I'm telling you." Miguel sharply turned around, gritting his teeth and stepping closer to your smaller form. "And you should do what I say, little thing."
The last part slipped out by accident. You would always be tiny compared to his 6'7, broad, muscular frame. He could fucking manhandle you, and he should. Grab you by the neck, drag you out. Grip your upper arm and make you leave. Take both of your wrists in his hand and pin them down and-
"Fuckin hell, Miguel. I'm trying to be your friend and-"
"My friend? I don't need any friends, especially someone like you." Someone like you, who should be kept at home, warming his bed, climbing into his fuckin lap. He doesn't want to be your fucking friend, he wants to be fucking you, licking into your mouth, getting to have you fully and wholly.
"What does that mea-"
"It means that your man should keep a closer eye on you." Miguel hisses, something in his stomach growing. "It means that if I was him, I wouldn't let you wander around, like a little puta perdida."
You stared at him, mouth agape, soft, wet tongue peeking out. On instinct, he dragged his own bloodied one over his white front teeth. Your eyes followed the movement. If you didn't fucking cut it out, he was going to... He was going to...
He was going to sink his claws into your back. His fucking teeth into your throat. Miguel was going to lose it, and become some sort of beast. Some sort of fucking monster.
He licked his canine again. Your eyes flicked to his mouth before focusing on his throat instead.
"... Are you talking about Peter?" You finally asked, feeling his dark eyes burning into your face.
"Who else?" Miguel sneered.
"Peter isn't... He isn't "my man", he''s my friend. So-"
He could hear nothing but static in his ears. Your mouth was moving, words were coming out, but he could only block it all out to focus on that mouth.
"- So no need to be a fucking asshole about it." He clued back in to your words and fixed you with a piercing look. "Got it? Good. I just won't fucking try with you next time."
You turned away from him. You were walking away from him. You didn't get to do that.
One moment you were heading towards the only source of bright light in the room, the door, the next you were slammed up against a console. Thick, tight fingers were gripping the back of your neck, sharp claws digging into the skin and piercing through enough for blood to start seeping from the cuts.
"Migu-"
One palm left its harsh grip on your waist to come around and cover your mouth, his hand big enough to cover over half your face, also covering your nose.
"Déjame sentirte." His broad chest rumbled behind you, voice rumbling like a purr.
All the simmering anger had been replaced with something else... Something that felt far more dangerous. From a snapping predator, on edge, to a playful beast, at ease enough to play with his food.
"Not with him, hm." Miguel was just holding you, down and close, but not doing anything, not yet. You couldn't even reply to him, not with his cool hand pressed against your lips.
You felt his entire body shift, his sharp hips coming to fully rest against your ass, chest pressing tightly against your back, and the tip of his nose resting against your nape. You could hear him inhale deeply, dragging his parted lips over the skin of your neck, breathing you in until his mouth came to rest just behind your ear.
"Quédate quieta por mí ." His voice was hoarse, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
You froze up fully. You had been kinda crushing on the loner, the only Spidey without a sense of humour. It's why you had been bugging him, trying to get him out of his damn shell, but fuck. This situation had fucking escalated so fast, from Miguel being an asshole, to manhandling you over the consoles and his hand slowly drifting from you mouth, down to your stomach. Just carressing slowly, pinching the soft skin a bit, like a lion preparing to claw open the belly of its downed prey.
"Miguel-" You started to whisper, not entirely sure what you wanted to tell him, maybe to stop, maybe to continue, but he hushed you again.
You were half sure that if you actively fought his grip, he'd... He'd let you go. But you stayed still. Let him touch from your stomach, up, to drag his palm over your chest. You began to squirm, the sharp fingertips starting to tickle instead of nick your skin.
"Didn't I tell you to keep still?" Miguel murmured, his lips dragging slowly over your skin before pressing his mouth against the side of your neck.
His tongue drags slowly over your pulse point, tasting the... The fear? The arousal? The exhilaration that ebbs from your skin, the blood beating quickly through your body. The vein underneath the flesh thrummed against his tongue, closing his eyes at the feeling of your fragile little heart pumping your warm blood as fast as it can. He could only sigh before rearing his head back like a cobra and sinking his broad fangs deep into your neck.
You gasp out, breath hitching, ready to let out a scream. But it never comes. It sits underneath your tongue, thick and struggling to slip free. Something cold slips from his fangs, shooting through your veins. Your body totally freezes up, but not from fear.
Miguel had paralyzed you. His venom sinks into your muscles, leaving your skin tingling and everything from your hear to your lungs slowed.
"Better." He murmured, more to himself than you, his other hand finally letting go of you to join the other in exploring your body.
Eventually, he gets sick of feeling you up over your clothing. With just a flick of his thumb, he slices through your shirt, and makes a sizeable opening of your trousers. Miguel simply drags his large hands over your chest, down to your stomach to your hips, but he focuses on getting your trousers down to your ankles.
"Nice underwear." He sounded more amused than you had ever heard him. Like the person he used to be.
The pros of wearing plain, bland underwear, you guess.
Hooking his thumb under the side of your underwear, he easily dragged it down to your thighs, and left them there. As he dragged the tip of his nose over your freshly freed legs, he parted his lips slightly, just to inhale your scent slowly. It was embarrassing, the way he was practically breathing in your taste and smell.
"You're getting excited." Miguel dragged his tongue over his canine, eyes fixed on your crotch. He could fucking smell it. The sweet slick slipping past your cute slit. Like pearls.
He wants to have a taste.
Swiping his thumb over the opening, he gathered enough to get a tangible taste when he stuck it into his mouth, sucking it clean.
"Deliciosa." Miguel murmured, mostly to himself. "Pero no tanto como tú sangre."
He dragged his thumb over you again, tasting a bit more but seemed to lose interest after a while, taking a keen interest in something else.
"This is too tight for you to not be a virgin here." His wettened thumb dragged over your untouched asshole, digging in his nail enough to slip past the tight ring.
A whine slips from your throat and you can feel Miguel's thumb flex inside of you, as if on instinct. He slowly pulls his finger back out, instead squeezing at your ass to part them. You could only feel his hot breath at first, before his tongue dragged roughly over your rim. You sounded so good to him, making those soft noises, slipping past your paralyzed lips. After a few more licks, he finally pressed the tip of his tongue inside of you.
He was always more of an ass man, and getting to roughly tongue fuck your hole was doing things to him, thing he hadn't felt for a hot moment. His cock strained against his spider suit, precum leaking through the material. God, he always wanted to fuck you. He wanted you so badly, but of course his thoughts would lead to him imagining how exaclty he'd have you. You'd be the reason he finally goes back to a shitty apartment, to lie down on top of you and finally rest. Let your thighs take care of his hard cock, before he presses his cock inside of you to cockwarm until he woke back up and got to fuck you properly. Miguel always supposed he should feel guilty to think of a Peter's partner like that, but now? It didn't fucking matter. He'd have taken you eventually either way, but now he doesn't have to banish one of his Spiderpeople to their dimension and strand you here.
Here with him. Making those cute little noises as he sucked on your puffy rim, teasing the poor nerves. Some part of him thought they he should wait till you're unparalyzed, so you could tell him if you even wanted to fuck your asshole open. But he waited too long.
Miguel dragged his claws over your cheeks, creating raised, puffy red lines, small dots of red seeping through. He needed to mark you. He wanted to have your body covered in bites and scratch marks, hidden with your clothes, but he would know. He would fucking know every inch of skin, every part you would deem too embarrasing for him to see, and every part he'd demand to explore.
It was getting too much. His cock was hard and aching and needed to be fucked into you until you could only take him.
"Relajate por mi." Miguel finally straightened up, a ghost of a sarcastic smile dancing on his lips.
Sick fucker.
"No voy a dejar que te vayas." He whispered, voice throaty and low. "No hasta que conozcas la forma de mi polla dentro de ti. Understand?"
He wasn't really listening for a confirmation. You listened to the sound of his suit shifting, an appreciative hum as his fat cockhead tapped against your hole.
"Take a deep breath." Miguel ordered you, the tip of his cock already slowly pressing in. "I'm not going to stop. Not now. So relax."
His cock was too fucking big, even with the tongue job he gave your ass. He drank in the sight of his fat erection, already stuffing your hole, even with just a quarter of it pressing in. You couldn't even hold back the moans, the heat in your stomach numbing your brain. Everything so fuzzy, with the only thing keeping you grounded being your ass being stretched wide open.
"Fuck." Miguel breathed, pressing into you all in one go, the only resistance coming from how tight you were.
He finally bottomed out, his balls pressing against your crotch. You could even feel how full and throbbing they were, ready to be spilled into you. Going to ruin you for any other man. Get with anyone else, and you'll be thinking of him as they try to fuck into you.
Miguel didn't wait. Immediately, he was fucking into you, balls slapping against your sweating skin, your mixed precum dripping down your thighs. You wanted to cling to him. You wanted to call his name. You wanted to let him pick you up and pin you down and fuck into you like a beast. Scratch and bite and breed your poor ass till you couldn't feel anything but the shape of him ingrained within you.
"Mine now." He breathed, digging his clawed thumbs into the small of your back, letting blood seep out and slither down, towards where his cock was fucking into your ass roughly.
A dark red rim begin to form along with the creamy white precum around his cock. It was fucking beautiful. His hole. All for him. He didn't even care if you did have someone, even if that someone wasn't Peter. He was going to steal you away from the world, keep you locked away if he had to. The outside world had already taken enough from him, and you weren't going to be another thing.
Poor you. Miguel hadn't been intimate with someone else in a long fucking time. He had you in there for long enough that the next shift of people started, but no one dared to intrude in his space. He'd maul anyone who stepped through that door. You were all his now, as the poison wore off, and you let him carry all your weight when you slumped against him. You could feel the stretch in your ass, you could feel all the marks from his claws.
The most distracting, was every time Miguel sought your lips out with his, languidly pressing his tongue in, just to taste you.
You weren't going to go anywhere, not when he would always be three steps behind you.
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puta perdida- lost bitch
Déjame sentirte- let me feel you
Quédate quieta por mí- stay still for me
Pero no tanto como tú sangre- Not as tasty as your blood
Relajate por mi- Relax for me
No voy a dejar que te vayas. No hasta que conozcas la forma de mi polla dentro de ti- I'm not letting you leave. Not until you know the shape of my cock inside of you.
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ax-y10 · 9 months
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hiii!!! do you think you could do a young wilbur soot x gn! reader where they’re 16/17 and the reader gets her drivers license finally but you and wilbur have been broken up for a year so you drive past his house? or base it off of olivia rodrigos drivers license song because i’m totally not going through that in my life rn 😅
I Know (We Weren't Perfect)
I hope you feel better 💕
In which- You've been broken up for a year, but you can't help but go back and find out the truth.
A/N: lol where I live, we don't get our licenses till we're 18 or smth like that. Imma try my hardest cause I haven't listened to Olivia Rodrigo's music in ages and I don't have my license so... Also, I'm so sorry this took so long. I have my motivation back now. I'm also really shit at endings and I am on the verge of genuinely crying so I had to try and make the ending happy for me, I'm sorry. I did try my hardest, but I don't want to cry.
Chapter info: bittersweet, poor Olivia Rodrigo recall, sad reader, sad everyone ig, driving, reminiscing, swearing, loud music, somewhat alright ending (I didn't cry WOOHOO)
Pronouns: None (You/Yours)
Based off of this song:
Masterlist:
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You had always talked about this moment with him. You were both so excited for this moment. You had both talked about this since you were children, and how excited you both were.
But it didn't quite work out in your favours.
He had recently broken up with you. You weren't sure why. But it left you in shambles, your head screaming for an explanation. You genuinely loved him. So fucking much.
People you wish didn't find out, found out. And immediately spread rumours about why he broke up with you. He found another person who made him feel better, he didn't love you anymore, he hated you, he thought you were too much to deal with. You couldn't believe anything they were saying. You didn't believe anything. What blonde girl? Who is the blonde girl? Who are they talking about? What are they talking about?
You knew it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, and you knew it was hurting you more than helping, but you just couldn't help it. Driving through the suburbs was a struggle. Your mind kept drifting off and convincing you that you were driving home to him.
You didn't even know if he lived in the same city as you even more.
You still had his phone number, and you got confirmation from Tommy that his phone number was still the same. Time and time again, you tried your very hardest to contact him and ask about what happened, but you couldn't bring yourself to press the 'send' button.
Now, you finally have your drivers license, and oh my god, did it hurt. The minute you found out, you cried in happiness. "I HAVE MY DRIVERS LICENSE" you yelled over the phone to your friend. But little did they know, you curled up under the blankets each night and sobbed. Why was he gone? Why is he suddenly out of your life?
Is he alright? Does he still love me? Does he still know who I am? Does he think about me like I think about him?
These thoughts plagued your mind each night.
You can't even dare to drive past the coffee shop you visited every week, along the road next to the beach, near any of your mutual friends' houses, past your schools.
My goodness, you still love him, it hurts.
And no one understands.
Where is he now?
How is he?
Contacting Phil, your "father figure", your comfort now, you ask how Wilbur is, how he's doing, how he's holding up. If he still thinks of you.
And the answer you got back was certainly mixed.
The message read: (Don't worry, sweet. He is totally alright, he's doing well. I haven't heard anything different from him from when you both were together. And of course, he definitely still thinks of you. Would you like me to come over?)
And you replied: (Yes. Yes. Please. Come over.)
And now here Phil was. On your sofa, next to you, holding you close, letting you cry.
And the message entered your head again. And it all made sense.
Phil hasn't heard anything different. Wilbur used to ramble on and on and on about you to Phil. and nothing has changed. So of course he has to still talk about you. And he still thinks about you. So he is affected by it, but he may also be too scared to reach out to you.
"Phil" You said with a shaky voice.
"What's wrong, sweet?" He replied soothingly, almost entirely like Wilbur. He's learnt how to talk to you like a daughter, instead of a friend.
"Your message. You said you don't hear anything different, and he still thinks of me? But he used to ramble on about me all the time? So does he still do that?" You frantically asked.
He laughed a little, bringing down your hopes, and then he continued.
"Y/n. Of course he still thinks about you. Of course he still rambles about you. It's all positive I promise." And that's when you blurted your true question.
"Can you take me to him? Please? I need to see him." You pleaded, and Phil lead you out to his car, and off you went.
As soon as you got there, you raced up the front steps, and knocked slightly on the door, awaiting him. What you didn't expect was him on the phone, a can of some drink you didn't know, and a scruffed up house.
As he locked his focus on you, you noticed the weariness behind his eyes, the worry. His eyes widened, and he said goodbye to the person on the phone, and looked at you quizzically. Extending your arms sideways, like you always used to, he placed his hands on your forearms and pushed them back down to your sides.
Tears brimmed your eyes. Did he hate you? Did Phil lie? Does he not want you he-
You felt long, familiar arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, spinning you around. You were glad he's alright and still thinks of you but you knew you couldn't just immediately go back to being attached at the hip. At the best for the moment, you could go back to being friends.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. And when I woke up at my house, I was so confused. Please forgive me, I feel so bad for leaving you. I've meant to contact you and apologise, but I couldn't. Please. I still think of you. Please?" He started with no tears, and ended in a sob.
You waved off Phil and walked in with Wilbur.
"Of course I forgive you. Why wouldn't I? I just wish one of us asked or reached out. I really want to go back to what we were, but we can stay as friends, or whatever you want, okay?" You comforted. Now you understand.
"Please. I am happy with going back to what we were. I would like to be friends first but if we can't wait, which I know for a fact is unbearable for both of us-" He laughed. What a joyous sound., "-we can go back."
And that's where the relationship began (for the second time)
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Again, I do apologise for making it a happy ending. I didn't know which you wanted so I went with what felt fright for me. Hope you enjoyed it.
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER! Repost, don't reblog!
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NAME: Jax. Or Jax-mun if needed lmao.
PRONOUNS : He/him.
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : The dis of cord.
NAME OF MUSE(s) : Jax... It wasn't my intention to share his name smh.
BEST EXPERIENCE : So, so many. Aside from meeting so many awesome people, there's been the great RP! Like imprisoning Silver and then John, and the RP leading to those moments (Imagine thinking you can arrest Jax-muse :)). And hurting John. And Silver. ... I'm gonna back away rn I must sound insane lmao.
RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : God-emoting and pressure. I've said it before but I HAVE been through it. Someone on here decided Jax 'had to die' because their muse would kill him. Even when asking if we could come to another conclusion so I don't lose all my hard work and inevitably my best muse, they said no. Then they vagued me on the dash with some BS about me trying to use their muse and bend it to what I wanted, and well... That's not how RP should work, bro. It's a collaborative experience where we work things out and come to a conclusion we can both enjoy. I ain't killing off my muse. So if anybody does that to me, they're perma-blocked. Again. And yea, pressure in that sense and any other sense. Don't pressure me into anything and it's ok. (I've been pressured into some... Awkward RP and now it haunts me) so I've now learned to put my foot down.
MUSE PREFERENCES: idk
PLOTS OR MEMES : I've yet to properly plot, ever lmao. I just go with the flow. So either works for me.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Either, or. I don't mind. Things can depend on brainpower on both sides, so I don't mind matching length or anything else.
BEST TIME TO WRITE : UK evening because that's when the juices flow.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : WELL FUNNY STORY. I made Jax-muse from a blank canvas of just 'I want a scientist' and what was it, four years later?? Me: Haha we're nothing alike, just sharing a few disorders so I can write them well enough :) Friend: Yea but *lists a million things how we are somehow similar*. Me: ... Oh fuck oh shit oh no. We share a lot in common!!!??? Otherwise, I'm not like Jax-muse because I'm not an asshole, a manwhore, I'm not cocky and confident, and I'm not tall and handsome! Or wanting to hurt people. Yea. Kinda similar but not.
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elfinismsarts · 3 months
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Fic Writer Interview
yoinking this from @thana-topsy bc....... I'm Sickly and I wanna.
tagging @friend-of-giants and @wildhexe and @boethiahspillowbook and anyone who wants to do this bc I'm lazy
How many works do you have on AO3?
11
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
784,939!
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Blood of the Dragon - my main fic about Firien doing the main questline basically lmfao
Blood of the Wolf - the in-progress squeakuel to Blood of the Dragon
beyond repentance - my smut collection
Feed the Wolf - a oneshot wherein Farkas is hit with a frenzy spell while in beast form
You're the One My Heart is Running To - my silly little drabble collection
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do my best to! Sometimes I forget about them and go like weeks or months without responding and then I'm like "oh FUCK oops" and then reply. Other times I'm like "oh I have the time/energy to do this rn" and respond right away.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Definitely Blood of the Dragon since it ends on a cliffhanger that follows a very happy occasion. I had the sentence "And Tahir was alone." planned out as the last sentence for AGES.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Probably A Mourning Storm since it's the only one that's marked complete that ends on a more positive note despite being sad in nature.
7. Do you write crossovers?
Nope. There are no potential crossovers that appeal to me. I know they can be done well but I avoid them myself.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
good god, to an embarrassing degree. I've never encountered as much dedication to anything as what comes with the weirdos who hate read my fics like they're being paid for it.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do! I'm not really sure if I have a "kind" that I write but it's important to me that even the smuttiest, horniest nonsense my brain comes up with stamps the concept of love at the core of it all. My favorite to write is the emotional impact kind of smut (for example, chapter 67 of Blood of the Dragon and chapters 15 and 18 of Blood of the Wolf) that really drives in how much the characters care for each other and love each other. I absolutely believe that sex is something to do for fun, but I also believe that raw intimacy is extremely important and enjoyable to explore through writing smut.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of?
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope, not that I know of (again lol)
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I wouldn't deny the opportunity if we have the same vision for something and our writing styles and methods can cooperate!
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Firien/Farkas, obviously.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Oh god a long time ago I started writing a Dark Brotherhood three-shot AU for @wildhexe. It was purely self indulgent smut that I wrote for funsies and I will probably never do anything with it simply because it's so ridiculous. It's been standing unfinished for like two years now.
15. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and action scenes! I really love writing realistic dialogue and using it as a means of character exploration. Action/fight scenes are something that I think just came natural to me and got some fine tuning over time. I do have my moments where I feel like they fall flat, but overall I think I do a pretty good job!
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Starting sentences with names or pronouns. I actively try to avoid this so it doesn't sound too repetitive but sometimes it's a challenge. Also keeping dialogue tags consistent and evenly mixed to (again) avoid clunky repetition.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Depends on how it's done? I don't do it too often myself, other than the occasional Dovahzul.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Unofficially? Naruto. Officially? I think Young Justice or South Park way back in the glory days of ff.net.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
I have two WIPs that haven't been touched in far too long for other fandoms. One is for South Park and the other is for Murtagh by Christopher Paolini. I won't consider them as "written" until I finish them lmfao
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Blood of the Dragon. It's my baby and I'm so proud of it. While it's currently (and slowly) undergoing some heavy editing, especially in the earlier chapters, it's the first and longest piece of writing I've ever completed and I was genuinely shocked by how well it was received. I feel like it was the... test run? I needed to gauge my writing ability and what I can do with a story. I love it so much and despite the hate and flak I've gotten for it, the endless love and support from friends and dedicated readers outweigh all of that. I know it's not for everyone, but it's for me and that's why it's my favorite.
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revenantghost · 5 months
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[20 Question Fic Writer Game]
Tagged by @faindri and @pancake-breakfast!
How many works do you have on AO3?
18! Most are poetry collections, so a lot of smaller stories in one anthology.
What is your AO3 word count?
75,144
What fandoms do you write for?
Trigun is my main squeeze atm (and biggest in general, I have four projects for it which is double anything else--and the highest wordcount, too), but I've written for KinnPorsche, Sabikui Bisco, Danny Phantom, Vampire In The Garden, Sasaki to Miyano, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Goncharov (yeah... yeah), The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window, Signalis, Omori, Lycoris Recoil, and The Executioner and Her Way of Life
What are your top five fics by kudos?
No idea and I ain't looking! Trad publishing has me extremely scarred from some nasty comparison wars, so I have kudo and view counts blocked on ALL fics, including mine. From my kudos emails, though, Hallowboned has to be my top fic for sure. Last time I was paying attention most of my other fics didn't pass into triple digits by a long shot
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do!!! I adore comments, and I love chatting with folks, it really keeps me motivated and chugging along. I am... very behind on replying to the comments on my last chapter rn because I feel so awful and guilty about having to quit writing
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Uh... I don't write a ton of narrative fics, and I do love me some tragic poetry, but I guess the angstiest collection might be my Signalis one, Observable System Transcendence? But my Omori poem and the Trined Soul collection might be contenders, too
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I mean, Trembling Hands is a Trimax fix-it fic, so? Though the Sasaki and Miyano collection, Effortless Dreams, is definitely the most tooth-rotting fluff I've ever slapped onto the page
Do you get hate on fics?
Oh yeah, I've had my poetry called pretentious and also not good enough to be poetry lol. It's been a hot minute since that's happened, people are just jerks sometimes
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I used to! Porn with plot, my beloved. It would be interesting to explore in poetry format, but we'll see if I have the time who wants to commission some poetry porn from me lmao
Do you write crossovers?
Nah, not my cuppa
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yeah, many moons ago
Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but that is one of the coolest things fandom does. Loving a thing so much you spend the time to painstakingly transform that art into something you can read and share in another language, bro??? Translators are amazing
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I've worked pretty closely with artists a loooong time ago, but I've only written fics where I'm the sole writer. I have used other writers' ideas and outlines (with their permission, of course), but that's the closest
What's your all-time favourite ship?
I DON'T KNOW?!?! Shipping has never really been my main focus of media typically, but when one digs its teeth into me I go rabid in a completely feral but different way each time.
What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?
))): All of them
Life feels kinda... really dire atm, it's hard to see ever writing again. However! God I want to finish Hallowboned SO BADLY!!! I have so many chapters written for it that I haven't even posted!!!!! Y'all haven't met Livio yet!!!!!! GAH 3:
What are your writing strengths?
Uh... ??? I'll be real, I've got no idea. I feel like I write so weirdly atm, it's hard for me to analyze in that kinda way
What are your writing weaknesses?
I tend to get really excited/into things and flit around and forget to explain or describe things sometimes. Thank god for having been well-trained to edit my own work. Not that I catch it all, but I try!!!
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it'd really cool, but I'd need a native speaker on hand to make sure I don't fuck it up in my own fic
First fandom you wrote for?
I think my first piece of written fanwork was a Danny Phantom Quizilla thing lmao, I'm old. I don't remember what it was about, just that it was ANGSTY
Favourite fic you've ever written?
Ah?!?! Honestly, each project is so different and written from such a different place, I've got no idea. I'm proudest of Observable System Transcendence being my longest, most consistent project (outside of my Smaugust collection, which isn't a fan project), Hallowboned being the first thing that really inspired me in ages--and the most indulgent one lol. But each collection and fic and poem comes from such a different place, and it's hard to pull them apart and pick???
Tagging:
Whoever wants to hop in! :3
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hi me again 👋🏾 i had the idea with benoit where basically he’s having a hard time during the pandemic (what we saw in the movie) but his partner—although worried about him— knows it’s his way of dealing with this so they’re not angry or upset, they just want him to be alright. when Helen comes and Benoit has the idea of going to Greece, he suddenly gets all excited again because he has something to work on. And when he comes back, that’s when he realizes he’s been “terrible” to his s/o and he just goes and apologizes/thanks them for putting up with him even though they didn’t have to. i saw you reblogged a prompt list as well so maybe you could use n.28? he brings a small souvenir from Greece and he’s just all cute and very very sorry but his s/o is just glad he’s okay and loves him no matter what ❤️‍🩹
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Warnings: Angst I guess
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: This is the one shot that I lost & had to rewrite so I'm sorry if it's shit or whatever (I'm peeved rn & trying to remember everything before I forget it.)
You woke up again, still surprised by waking up alone. Benoit must've woken up early & rushed to the guest bathroom before you could catch him. Deep down he knew it upset you but he was distracted by his mind traveling a mile a minute with nothing to focus on. So he read, book after book surrounding the bathtub. You decided to make both of you some breakfast & headed to the kitchen. You heard Benoit rambling about the latest mystery novel he was reading. You opened up your recipe book & started breakfast.
After things started cooking you pulled out your phone, opening the group chat you had recently made. It was comprised of you & some of Benoit's recent friends. You couldn't get through to Benoit but they chatted sometimes so it was your only way to check on him. Admittedly, you liked the support you were lacking from Benoit. It was small but it helped so much to know you had people that cared.
Y/N L/N: Guys, day 7 in the bathtub. I don't know what to do at this point.
It took a minute for them to reply, in the pandemic that amazed you. But soon the chat filled with text bubbles.
"Benoit's Kareem": Oh god, don't worry we'll call him. We can get him to play some games or something.
"Benoit's Natasha": Yeah how about quiplash? I love that game.
"Benoit's Steve": Or Among Us, Benoit has to be good at that one.
"The Miss Angela Lansbury": Oh yes, that sounds wonderful. Let's call on zoom right now.
"Benoit's Natasha": Alright, I just need a minute.
Y/N L/N: Thank you guys so much, it means a lot that you do this for him.
"The Miss Angela Lansbury": Of course, Y/N. It means we get to hang out with your wonderful partner more. How could we say no to that?
With that you closed your phone & let out a sigh, turning to put the now-cooked food on a plate. Over quarantine, you had decided to take up baking & cooking. It kept you sane. You would make every meal by yourself, listening to music in your headphones or humming to yourself before delivering a plate to Benoit. You'd set it down beside him then sit out in the hallway against the wall waiting for him to try it. Each time he'd murmur about how it was delicious & perfect. If you ever tried to sit in with him he'd get upset saying 'he can't focus with your eyes on him' so this is the best you get. You opened the bathroom door & gave Benoit a warm smile, plate of food in hand.
"Good morning, baby," you spoke cheerily.
"What- oh, mornin' Y/N," Benoit set his book down, "Thank you."
You leaned in & placed a light kiss on Benoit's forehead, which was currently adorning a fez for whatever reason, "I love you."
"Mm, 'love you," Benoit sounded like his mind was elsewhere so you decided to let him stay there.
The sound of a zoom call ringtone played as you walked out of the bathroom. He answered that's good at least. He gets to talk with his friends. You sat down at the kitchen island & pulled out your phone to doom scroll. It must've been around ten minutes when a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.
"Get that would ya?" Benoit yelled.
You hummed a short 'mhmm' as you walked towards the entrance to your home. You grabbed a mask off the desk before opening the front door. It was a weird sight. A small woman with a large, black box.
"Hello... how can I help you?"
"Is this Benoit Blanc's residence," the woman asked.
You decided to press for reasoning considering you are with a man who has put many dangerous people in prison.
"Why do you ask?" Well his office was closed & I really need to speak with him. It's urgent, please."
With that you caved, she couldn't be dangerous & the box all but scared you. You led the woman who introduced herself as Helen to the balcony where she could wait, leaving a couple baked goods on the table. After that you found yourself standing in front of the guest bathroom door. You knocked a couple times.
"Oh- Y/N, not right now. I-"
"There's a woman here that needs your help, Benoit. She said your office was closed & she needs to talk to you."
"Oh!" You hear Benoit hang up his call & scramble behind the door.
That feeling. Jealousy, hurt. You were upset that Benoit so easily got up to talk to someone else but not you. The bathroom door opened & Benoit appeared in one of his robes.
"Where is she?" Excitement laced his words.
"The balcony."
Benoit ran off towards the balcony & greeted the woman with the flair of swinging open the double doors. You sat at the kitchen counter once more & told yourself you weren't staring... but you were. Although through glass, this was the most you'd seen him in the past week. Within minutes he quickly rushed inside & towards your bedroom.
"Helen, we should get ready now! Do you need a suitcase?"
'A suitcase?'
You followed Benoit to the bedroom where he had already laid out luggage & began picking out outfits. He held a blue & white striped bathing suit against him & smiled, "Oh this is exciting."
"Benoit?"
"Oh! Y/N, I didn't see you there. Want to help me pack?"
"Pack for where?"
"Greece, of course!"
He spoke like you were present in his previous conversation. For some reason, he was upsetting you more & more in this moment alone. You clenched your first feeling like you were ready to blow. Deep breath. Your eyes fluttered shut & you let out a sigh. He's happy, & that's all that matters right now. You know this is all because he feels trapped in this tiny apartment & you can't blame him. You walk over to the closet & pull out a sweater & some pants.
"This would look good on you," you point out.
"Yes, this will do wonderfully! Thank you so much, Y/N! God, I love you."
Benoit pulled you into a hug & in that moment, you almost cried. It felt like forever since you had hugged or even heard those three words grace his lips. Maybe this will fix things. Benoit changed then left with Helen. You would be alone for a couple days, he said. Only a couple more days. You wished you could go with him. Benoit withheld the detail that it wouldn't be safe, not wanting to worry you. Making the excuse that he wouldn't want to risk you getting sick, he convinced you to stay. Plus, maybe he just needed his own adventure.
Benoit watched as Miles Bron was taken into custody. A smile crept up onto his face as Miles argued with the police. Helen walked up behind him & glanced at her watch.
"Ready to go home?" She asked in her real voice.
Home. You. Benoit realized everything he had been doing. Locking himself away hurt you. He brought his hands to his face as each time he shooed you away played in his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Y/N- my boyfriend. I wasn't the best partner after the pandemic started."
"You better make it up to him, that man is an angel. I tried one of those muffins he made before we left- perfection."
"Yeah," Benoit's mind was already racing thinking about the perfect gift.
You were watching (insert tv show) when a knock hit the door.
"Leave packages at the door please!" You yelled, not wanting to get up from your spot.
The knocks persisted. You sighed before pausing the tv & got up out of your little comfy spot on the couch. You slipped on a mask & opened the door talking before looking up, "Benoit isn't here right n-"
You paused when you saw him standing in front of you, a bouquet & gift bag in hand, "Speak of the devil."
Benoit wordlessly pulled you into a tight hug. You forgot you two could even be this close. You wrapped your arms around his neck & let out a soft chuckle.
"Where'd this come from?"
"Speaking of the devil, I have been one lately. Haven't I?"
You guided your boyfriend inside, "Benoit, no-"
"Y/N you don't have to lie. I was in a rough place but I shouldn't have shut you out. You keep me happy & I'm such an idiot."
"I understand, okay. Did your trip give you your much-needed break?"
"Yes, darling. I-I got you a gift online but it wasn't coming in time so I grabbed you a small gift. It's stupid, I- just take it."
Benoit shoved the gift bag in your direction & his cheeks turned beet red. You opened the pretty black bag to see a mug with greek characters on it.
"What does it say?"
"I tried to find one in english but it was this little mom & pop shop & who I presume was the 'mom' kept yelling at me in greek. I couldn't understand anything. Someone told me it says 'World's Best Boyfriend.'"
"Awe, thank you."
"You are the world's best boyfriend, Y/N, for putting up with me."
You chuckled, "If that makes me the world's best boyfriend I have a pretty easy job."
You pulled Benoit in for another tight hug. You were glad to have him back.
Note: I totally think after this Benoit would bring you "World's Best Boyfriend" mugs in every language from his trips.
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aikolina · 2 years
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Jealousy all over town pt.3
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Diluc Ragnvindr x reader
AN: I'm trying to keep this fic with gn!reader but I'm not the best so I just say 'reader'. uhm yeah-
Warnings: kinda angst to fluff?, insecure, rumors ur mom
Wordcount: 437
!not proofread!
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"D-diluc" Donna stuttered looking frightened. You looked up and then quickly behind you. You see Diluc's large figure behind you. He glared at Donna. Man looking scary rn and Donna, well she's gna shit her pants.
Diluc wrapped his arms around you before speaking- "don't you dare call my soon-to-be wife/husband like that you filthy rat. They're so much better than all of you, yeah all of you! I don't know your backstory but I can tell you that I was the one who fell first. I know they're neither a gold digger or a backstabber, they rarely use my money. They work hard to pay for themselves; Y/n is a wonderful person and they're everything I could ask for and I'm very grateful I can be with someone like them. So if you or any of the other one of you talk about them again; there will be consequences."
omg I didn't thimk that line would be so long, sry lmao
Donna and the others around stood there shocked and not evemn bothering to say anything back aftere getting yelled at.
"I-" you started, about to say something before Diluc cut you off.
"shh let's just get home for now," he whispered and picked you, bridal style.
You let a tear out and hugged Diluc's chest.
He carried you the whole way back to the winery and asked one of his maids to prepare something small to eat.
Now that you both were home, he tucked you in the couch with a blanket while the maid came with a cup of coffee and a slice of freshly baked bread.
"I'm so sorry, I didnt know. I shouldve been more cautious" Diluc said as he ckissed your forehead.
"It's okay and thank you- uh... um, and- did u really mean what you said back there? You know, about that wife/husband thing..." u asked hesitantly and snuggled him.
He put his hands on your cheeks and made you look at him.
"of course I love you more than anything in the god forsaken world"
he replied with a soft smile on his face. You hugged him even tighter and kissed him.
"If this ever happens again, I want you to tell me. I get really worried in these situations" Diluc said.
"yeah sorry, I just hope this doesn't happen again-"
You both went quiet and soon fell asleep. This night you could cry in his arms, and not all alone. He was always there for you. You just had to realize it, and now you finally did.
You didn't feel alone anymore, you had Diluc.
Pretty short ik, quite bad writing. (English is my 3rd language so sorry for bad grammar and spelling) THANK YOU for reading and supporting my blog<33
I think this is the end, um you can always try to change the ending in your head if you didn't like my ending like me, omg twinning.
Hope you have an amazing day/night^^
BYEE
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